Like a suicide
Putting yourself in front of her
None of the bullets can reach her
You may die, dear God keep her alive
Borders between us
The distance, obligations and limitations
We have no way out
Even if how much we wanna get out
When you have done everything in your power
You see how powerless you are
Silently, you whisper The Lord will decide
And while you worry, Rumi says: rain is for flowers to bloom